Today marks the the first day of my two week holiday, holiday from motherhood that is. I’m officially off duty! My kids have gone on their annual dad and son trip to the country with a number of other dads and sons. I have mixed feelings about these trips because while they allow me a bit of rest and time alone with MrZ, I do miss the kids and I worry about them too.
The property they go to is quite remote, it’s a two hour drive to the nearest hospital and the nearest town isn’t much closer. They take off road bikes but luckily they no longer take quad bikes. Quad bikes are quite dangerous and my ex shattered his knee coming off one a few trips ago. Each year someone always seems to end up going to hospital for some reason or another. The adults do a bit of hunting of wild pigs and roos while they’re there too, and while I know they are a pest to the farmers and there is valid support for culling, I just can’t bring myself to be a supporter of it. Nor can I stand the thought of my kids holding guns.
I worry less now that the boys are older although in past years the stress would overwhelm me and typically I would have a shingles outbreak. I know they really enjoy these trips, that it’s an opportunity to lean independence and life skills, and they’re old enough to look after themselves a bit more now which is a good thing because I gather that the adults get drunk every night. I also have support now (in the form of MrZ who has come a long way and actually knew to hug me rather than reason with me when I burst into tears this morning), so these days I don’t get shingles, I tend to just get a few digestive issues.
Given all this it is really important for me to plan lots of distractions for while they are away, because it is far too easy for me to curl into a little ball and spend most of the time hibernating in bed. Today I woke to rain and a breakfast in bed treat, leading to a lazy morning and late start which unfortunately meant that I missed my opportunity this weekend to join the local gym. I learned when I arrived at the door that the office closed at midday today and opens again on Monday (what a shame). I did go and do a bit of shopping though and managed to pick up a few pretty summer bargains. Change room trauma solidified my resolve to join the gym though and also was the final push I needed to commit to a few days of juicing, which saw me stop by the local market on the way home and buy enough fruit and greens to start my own store.
Before I go though I’ll leave you with a photo of my two budding Crusty Demons, just because I need more trauma 🙂 Enjoy your weekend.